Monday 21 April 2014

Cesar Aira: Varamo


He couldn’t believe that sleep had robbed him of this spectacle night after night. Such are the writer’s privileges, he thought, nostalgic already for the present.

He had developed a superstitious fear of the instant, that tiny hole through which all the time available to human beings must pass.

Kjersti Annesdatter Skomsvold: The Faster I Walk, The Smaller I Am

I've knitted myself a hat, it's plum red with an appealing lace pattern, I figured that a few air holes would be nice now that it's spring. I put it on and feel like a cranberry in the snow, and I wonder if they can see me from the moon. Me and the Great Wall.

Dave Eggers: The Circle




“You know how you finish a bag of chips and you hate yourself? You know you’ve done nothing good for yourself. That’s the same feeling, and you know it is, after some digital binge. You feel wasted and hollow and diminished.”

Monday 7 April 2014

Kingsley Amis: Lucky Jim


If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.